Volume 1 Prologue


    To: Kusumi Chiharu.


    Congratulations. You have been selected to be part of the seventh generation of monster tamers.


    Please choose one of the monsters from list below; you should remember that it will not only be your first partner, but will also help with your daily training, so please take good care of it.


    Dragon tribe: red dragon.


    Level: 1.


    Physical strenght: B.


    Power: B.


    Speed: A.


    An all-round monster.


    Can breathe out fire from the mouth.


    Be careful thet it doesn''t burn your house.


    Serial number: 001.


    Giant tribe: Nephilim.


    Level: 5.


    Physical strenght: B.


    Power: A.


    Speed: C.


    A monster with incredible strenght.


    Can even throw a heavy trusk with a single hand.


    If not careful, can spuash you flat.


    Serial number: 036


    Undead tribe: Ghoul.


    Level: 9.


    Physical strenght: A.


    Power: C.


    Speed: C.


    A very resilient monster.


    Professes a total obedience to its master.


    Not very popular.


    Serial number: 042.


    Though in truth, in my opinion, I feel you have the talent and grounding to become a ''demon king'' in the future.


    Having said that, Chiharu-sama, I wish you good luck from the bottom of my heart.


    From: Luka (International Monster Association).


    "Ding Ding"


    Early in the morning, on a certain day.


    My phone received an advertising mail.


    Checking the contents, it ended up being a total load of bull.


    Initially believing it to be a new type of scam, I was about to immediately press the "delete" button, but, for some reason, the message''s format puzzled me.


    "This...it doesn''t seem like a scam mail..."


    Among those teasing sentences in a round font, neither a ''Payment link'' nor a ''Homepage address'' were written anywhere.


    If that''s the case, then who is behind this? What is his objective?


    That being said, there aren''t any monsters like that...


    Although I didn''t believe in the genuineness of the mail, I wondered why they didn''t prepare better content.


    In the end, I half-consciously deleted the mail, promptly adding it to the spam list.


    ...With this, I won''t be bothered for a while.


    Once again ducking myself into the bed, I soon felt my consciousness drifting away.


    Perhaps the next time I wake up, I will have already forgotten about everything that happened this morning.


    But I would never have thought...


    ...that such a trifling impulsive action would later end up causing open mayhem between three monsters...